SUMMARY: Set in AIL, Buffy wants something from Angel and has to beg.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Joss does. And the WB. Fox. Mutant Enemy. Etc.

NOTE: Thanks to Mel for proofing. Happy birthday Sara! And thanks to Leaena for the idea, I know it’s not exactly what you had in mind, but hopefully you like it anyway.

"Please? Please, please, please?" Buffy begged.

Sighing, Angel gave in. "Fine, fine fine."

He walked into the bathroom as Buffy silently cheered. She loved getting her way.

Her fiancé emerged a moment later, his arms crossed over his chest in protest as Buffy leered at the sight of his leather pants.

"Don’t forget your part of the agreement." He groused.

Buffy smiled with aplomb. "Would I ever?"

Slowly, she reached up her dress and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Angel watched, captivated, as the thin piece of white silk slid down her slim tan legs. When they pooled around her feet, she kicked them away and held her hand out to him.

"Are we ready to go?"

Angel smiled back at her and took her hand in his, allowing her to lead him out of the apartment for a night of dancing at the Bronze.

Angel knew that if he didn’t get Buffy out of there soon, he would have a *very* hard time walking. He watched as she bumped and ground herself against him. She had to have felt his straining erection, Hell, in these leather pants, everyone could probably *see* he was hard as a rock. Yet she continued to sway her body amorously against him to the slow beat of the song.

//Do you really wanna touch it
Do you really wanna fuck with me tonight
Oh, and if you know how I like it
Would you call my name and give it to me right //

Angel pulled Buffy by the arm off the dance floor. They moved to a dark corner and he pushed her against the wall, rubbing his body against hers.

Buffy smiled and moved her hand to his crotch, gently caressing him. "You don’t wanna dance?"

"I want to go home." Angel replied, wondering if she’d want to play hard to get and make him beg to leave.

Buffy smiled. "Sounds good to me."

//Touch it
Touch me
Love me
Suck me
Give me
Baby, yeah//

//If you know how I like it //

As soon as they walked in the door, Angel had Buffy up against the wall again. This time he lifted her up by her hips and ground his erection against her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as she arched into him, their lips fused together in a passion-filled kiss.

Working together, they unbuttoned Angel’s pants and freed him. Buffy stroked her hand over his length as Angel tugged Buffy’s dress up.

"You ready?" Angel asked, knowing the answer, as he moved the tip of his penis to her dripping center.

"Ohhh… please Angel!" She moaned, then gasped as he slid into her scorching channel.

He moved in and out of her at a furious pace, slamming her into the wall. Buffy arched against him, craving the friction of their lovemaking.

Angel moved his hand down to where their bodies connected, massaging her clitoris as he felt his orgasm approach.

Buffy flung her head back and screamed as her body shook with ecstasy. Feeling her tight vaginal muscles squeeze him pushed Angel over the edge as well. He exploded deep inside her, calling her name as he climaxed.

The two of them stayed in that position against the wall, still connected, for a few moments. After they both caught their breath, Angel wrapped his arms around her and slowly carried her to the bed. He laid down with Buffy on her back, careful not to crush her small frame beneath his.

"I can spend the night." Buffy smiled.

Angel smiled back down at her before kissing her lovingly. He unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. As Buffy ran her nails down his bare chest, he found the hem of her dress, tugging it up her body. She lifted her arms to help him pull the article off her.

He tried to smoothly slide his pants down his legs, but they wouldn’t cooperate. Grumbling about hating to wear leather pants, he climbed off the bed and yanked them from his body. He turned back to the bed and found Buffy gazing at him with an amused grin.

"Don’t you even dare…. It’s your fault! I wore them to make *you* happy."

"I’m sorry baby." She replied, giving him her best sympathetic look.

In an instant, he was back on the bed, in her arms.

Where he loved to be.

The End

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